In the sky, countless pieces of flesh and blood rained down.
On the ground, the enraged Fel Beastmen were still venting their anger in the mud and ropes.
However, anyone with a bit of insight would know that Illidan's side was bound to lose.
When the flying snake card was eliminated, all of the Naga tribe's rescue efforts were destined to be futile.
On top of a huge stone mushroom a few kilometers away, no one noticed that Vashj was actually watching the battle with the Alliance's standard binoculars.
The uppermost pair of arms put down the binoculars, and Vashj's mouth curled into a mocking smile. "Let's go! Those brainless fellows are finished. "
"Wait!" The one who spoke up was a Night Elf with a black robe on his lower body and a naked upper body, revealing his magic rune tattoos. His eyes were covered with a black cloth.
"What?" Vashj's slightly furrowed brows showed her displeasure.
"Vashj, how dare you abandon Master's army like this?" The Night Elf sternly rebuked Vashj.
"Pay attention to your identity! Leotheras! " A male Naga holding a huge golden-red war hammer immediately stepped forward and stood between the Night Elf and his master, Vashj.
"It's you Nagas who need to pay attention to your identity! You are Master's servants, yet you casually abandon more than 100,000 people because of your cowardice! "The Night Elf did not budge an inch.
Unexpectedly, the mocking smile on Vashj's lips became even more pronounced. "Are you talking about the hundred thousand idiots who only know how to eat everything that can be eaten and can't do anything else? Are they idiots with muscles for brains?"
"You …"
"Enough! Blind man! The one who needs to pay attention to your identity is you! You are now a direct subordinate of Lady Vashj. Before Illidan's new orders come, even if Lady Vashj wants to execute you, you shouldn't have any complaints. " The male Naga's hammer landed on the top of the mushroom, causing the mushroom umbrella that was hard enough to build a house to crack.
The blind man was naturally Leotheras. As a Moon Guard who had once been incomparably glorious in ancient times, and also as a betrayer of the Night Elves, under Illidan's guidance, he also gave up his pair of eyes in exchange for the power of Demons and became a Demon Hunter.
Of course, this was also proof that he was Illidan's staunchest supporter.
"Karathress, you …" Leotheras was at a loss for words.
The Deepwater Lord Karathress wanted to say something but was stopped by Vashj.
"Of course, my subordinates and I are willing to fight for Master Illidan, but the premise is that we have a new way to deal with those flying things. Regrettably, it seems that with my meager intelligence, this is all I can do. Unnecessary resistance will only increase the number of casualties. The ones who will die … are also the servants of the Master. Am I right? "Vashj's words carried a frivolous tone that made Leotheras angry.
Vashj's words infuriated the demon hunter. If he had enough strength, he almost wanted to teach Vashj and that damned Deepwater Lord a lesson.
Unfortunately, Vashj's strength was undoubtedly the strongest among Illidan's subordinates.
Vashj smiled, "If Master Illidan was here, he would have given more wise instructions. Unfortunately, he's not here. As the commander-in-chief, I'm exercising the authority that Master Illidan gave me before he left. Is that wrong? Loyal and devoted Mister Leotheras. "
The demon hunter's entire body trembled, but he could not blame Vashj any further.
Illidan's territory in the Outland was huge.
Naturally, he needed many subordinates to help him control his territory. Firstly, Vashj did not leave her own battlefield. Secondly, she did not raise the flag of rebellion. She only abandoned some Fel Orcs that were not under her control. There was really no way to blame her for this.
Even if she wanted to rebel, what could he do?
"Let's go." Vashj took the lead and led the Deepwater Lord to the edge of the huge mushroom umbrella while swaying her snake tail.
A powerful spring of water suddenly gushed up under the guidance of Vashj's power, forming an elevator that was over 100 meters tall. It slowly brought her and Karathress down, leaving the blind Leotheras behind.
Leotheras stomped his feet and finally did a high-altitude dive. He gracefully crashed into the deep waters beside the stone mushroom and swam towards the Serpentshrine in the middle of Zangarmarsh's Serpentshrine Lake.
On the other side, on the Black Pearl, the many detectors placed everywhere sent back images of Vashj's departure. Duque secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Vashj has left," Duque said.
"Oh, I thought you were going to use the last things on the transport ship." Bu Laing laughed.
"If we used them, our allies would be crying."
"Hehe, I don't mind using them."
Duque and Bu Laing were talking in riddles, leaving Irill full of question marks.
The last things were asphalt.
The Iron Stove Fort's refinement of crude oil was not perfect. The ratio of diesel extraction was not high, but as the easiest by-product to extract from crude oil, there was a lot of asphalt.
The sticky stuff like asphalt was good for paving roads. Currently, the road from the Dark Portal to Honor Fort was paved with asphalt, other than the railroad tracks that the Alliance had to lay during the war.
However, it was not a carriage, but a wagon pulled by the Qiraj Zerg. After all, demons could easily destroy the railroad tracks, but the road was not so easy. On a good road, the Qiraj Zerg could easily pull a one-ton carriage on it. This was a useful supplement for the Alliance and the Horde's supply line.
Of course, if the asphalt was poured on the Fel Orcs, there would be no chance of survival.
Although asphalt was extremely sticky, it was still a product of petroleum. It could catch fire at five or six hundred degrees. Now that the Alliance had thrown incendiary bombs and bombs in three directions of the Fel Orc army, if they were to throw asphalt on top, it would be another feast of barbecuing Orcs.
During the first and second Dark Portal Wars, it was definitely something to be happy about. Now that there was no need to do this, Thrall would almost fall out with them.
Fortunately, Vashj chose to abandon her stupid teammate.
At this time, the Horde elites hiding in the distance in the east were already impatient.
Fortunately, they finally received a message from Duque.
In the magic transmission mirror, Thrall saw Duque's face in Karazhan, "Vashj has left, the Horde can go."
"Phew –" Thrall took a long breath. "Thank you, Duque. The Horde owes the Alliance a big favor."
"No need to thank me. I hope to see these transformed Horde warriors on the frontline against the Burning Legion." Duque smiled and nodded. "Yes, do you need a small favor from the Alliance?"
Thrall originally wanted to say no, but he immediately changed his mind. "Thank you."
Thus, the Horde army saw the Alliance's flying battleships begin to drop sand on the Fel Orcs struggling in the mud and the messy steel cables.
Thrall immediately understood. This was a place for the Horde warriors to stay!
Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that today was destined to be a feast for the Horde!
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